Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.